Fu Shaoyang's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and before Ye Wenwen continued to speak at length and accused him of being irresponsible and unqualified, he interrupted her: "Don't say it, can I feed it?" ”

Ye Wenwen waited for his words, and immediately stuffed his son into his arms, "Okay, then you can come." ”

The little thing has been four months old, and he already has a lot of strength in his body, and he struggles non-stop when he cries.

Then he was stuffed into the bottle in his hand again, and Ye Wenwen acted as a commander on the side: "You move lightly, this is your son, don't be so stiff." ”

The way he hugged his son was like going to the guillotine.

Fu Shaoyangjun's face was blue, he couldn't get a point that wasn't stiff, and if Ye Wenwen said it a few times, there was no way to correct his posture and hand strength.

So much so that Ye Wenwen pointed out for a long time, but he didn't know the essentials, but he tossed his son enough.

"Okay, okay, let's give him milk first and then talk about whether it's stiff or not, didn't you see your son crying more fiercely than just now?" When Fu Shaoyang said this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I never knew how to raise a son, and I was so particular, but she said it rightly, and she took out his identity as the father of the banquet to pressure him.

Otherwise, if you change someone else, I'm afraid that if you say it, Fu Shaoyang won't do it himself.

The corners of Ye Wenwen's mouth twitched, don't think she can't see it, he is in a hurry. "Okay, then you can test the temperature, if you don't think it's hot, you can let your son eat it."

"How do you try?" Do you want him to take a sip?

When Fu Shaoyang thought about it, his face turned green.

He didn't like dairy products, including plain milk, and if he wanted to taste the temperature himself, he chose to die on the spot.

Looking at his deflated appearance, Ye Wenwen was dark for a while, and there was a feeling that a farmer turned over to the landlord, "You squeeze a little to the back of your hand, and feel whether it is hot or not." ”

Fortunately, it is not as perverted as Fu Shaoyang imagined.

It's just that the thought of pouring goat's milk on his hand will cause a milky smell, Fu Shaoyang can't stand it a little, "Your hand stretches out." ”

"No, since you've taken this step, you have to do it yourself!" Ye Wenwen confidently rejected his request.

Fu Shaoyang was so angry that his teeth itched, he tried the temperature according to what she said with a dark face, and when she asked, she said with a blank face that the temperature was just right.

"Just right? Does that mean you can give it to your son? ”

"Hmm."

Ye Wenwen took it and tried it himself, and his pretty face changed color in the next second: "It's just your size, this temperature is too high, will it burn your son?" ”

The invincible and majestic vice president in the mall was disliked for nothing at this time.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself!" Ye Wenwen gave up, Fu Shaoyang is obviously not a father's material, she can't gamble with her son.

So, when Mrs. Fu knocked on the door and came in, she saw such a scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

Especially his son, whose face was so black that it looked like someone else owed him hundreds of millions, she was suddenly happy: "What's wrong?" I heard the cries of the feast downstairs. ”

I couldn't help but come up to take a look, but I saw my son's deflated expression.

When Ye Wenwen saw her, she immediately told her what happened, and Mrs. Fu was slightly surprised, "Oh, it's really fake?" You can even command him to nurse the feast? ”。

"Daughter-in-law, if you still have the ability, I won't be able to command him!" Mrs. Fu not only blamed Ye Wenwen for calling her son, but also encouraged her to ask Fu Shaoyang to do these jobs!